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I’m cooking with Satan in the bowels of HellA kitchen so heated even souls perspireWatching the dough rise with the angel who fellBut each time I reach for those treats I desireOniony bagels that tempt me eternalHis devilish toaster pops out rings of fireDamn this unworking appliance infernal!(Yet it’s meaningless to at Lucifer yell)I’ll just write this grievance down in my journalThen go to bed hungry once more in my cell